Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

the stygian speaks, and though his lack of knowledge is accepted, she is grateful for his help. she dips her muzzle, in an affirmative and gratitude. "if you would; though I fear something bad's happened to him," for what other reason would he not have returned? it was like aditya's disappearance all that time ago, the blood, the unknown. a sigh; so many have vanished. recently, they'd lost many; only aphrodite had been lost to them and then returned. no, not returned, rescued. 

that tug in the back of her mind is suddenly wrenched into clarity, just as the male's face changes. he does not need to speak; already the dynamic is violently shifted. her hackles spike, lips already beginning to curl. it should be noted, however, that in her lifetime Dawn has taken part in three fights, none of which had been entered purposefully. as expected, all had entered poorly. 

bronze meets gold, and stiff-legged she steps toward him. "leave this place, and never set foot in this valley again." she burns, anger moving to pulse in her veins. that this beast would intrude so close to her home and family strikes that deep-set fear that is waiting for her happy family to crumble. "I will rip out your throat," surya's probably dead. aditya's probably dead. her first litter, probably dead. she'll be damned if she allows this man a fraction closer to the stream.